Tag Archives: Mothers Day

I was born to a father who chose not to stay, his departure the resounding chorus of my young life… Why not? Why? The lesson I learned from him was this: we can’t wish someone into being who we need … Continue reading →

I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a stuffy nose. Lucy was whining and licking my hand, wanting to be let outside. Once there, she snapped at carpenter bees until she wore herself out and cried to … Continue reading →

Mother’s Day is such a funny little celebration. Overpriced flowers, candies, brunches, matching kid outfits — all in honor of the one who birthed us. It’s a commonality we children carry… like birth, like death, there are inevitable things we … Continue reading →

My Mothers Day was beautiful. Time with the Willis family, time with the Hodge/Weaver family, time with Chris and the kids. Time with the DeHaiis, too, due to a little unexpected water heater incident. Thank God for good neighbors who … Continue reading →